Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly,
You have brought me to the valley of vision,
Where I live in the depths
but see you in the heights;
Hemmed in by mountains of sin,
I behold your glory.

Let me learn by paradox
That the way down is the way up,
That to be low is to be high,
That the broken heart is the healed heart,
That the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,
That the repenting soul is the victorious soul,
That to have nothing is to possess all,
That to bear the cross is to wear the crown,
That to give is to receive,
That the valley is the place of vision.

Lord, in the daytime
stars can be seen from deepest wells,
And the deeper the wells
the brighter your stars shine;
Let me find your light in my darkness,
Your life in my death, Your joy in my sorrow,
Your grace in my sin, Your riches in my poverty,
And Your glory in my valley.